I see my fingers reach
Aimlessly searching in the cool air
For some red meat
In the more than optimistic hope
Of finding it cheap.
The refrigeration buzz and frosty zone
Gives the sense of well being, and childhood home
Though my fingers will not be grabbing in this isle.
I’m truly looking for the dollar a gallon orange drink
2 for 1 powdered potatoes.
The seldom shopping experience
Takes plotting, time to think.
And one must not forget the tax
And risk embarrassment for a mind too lax
For you’ll find yourself blushing in line
Forced to choose
What to lose
And trotting your beer back.
That or the jumbo tp,
The garbage bags,
And pricy soup, back to the shelf.
Those are but things of wealth
Caned corn, celery, for vitamins- Hi C
How does one afford health?
Perhaps spring for frozen broccoli?
Johnny Generic, yeah that’s my name
2 for 1
3 for 5 ,
4 for a dollar
and that’s my game.
No, no red meat today,
Paprika and garlic can wait.
Just whatever won’t break the budget
And will still fill my plate.
